In what will clearly go down in history as an against-all-odds triumph of previously unfathomable proportions, Kevin and I have managed to successfully match into (what we’ve been told are) accredited residency programs, keeping our medical hoop dreams alive for at least a few more years.
Since extreme levels of sarcasm and immaturity aren’t good for patient care, the NRMP supercomputers have deemed it necessary to place us on different coasts, leaving a chasm of barren, uninhabitable flyover country (like Iowa) between our respective programs.
Where we go from here, no one knows. Still, one thing is certain – it would probably be a bad idea to get really sick this June…
The David and Kevin Story